[Gloved fingers tug-tug-tug on the ribbon holding a single white feather to the handle of her broom. The wind picks it up immediately, carrying it in swirls and eddies over the edge of the cliff and away.]
Well. We use brooms to fly, since we can't do it any other way.
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Well. We use brooms to fly, since we can't do it any other way.